Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prznt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dario Montero
Songwriter
Lyrics
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Oh, yeah, oh, okay, yeah
47 shots
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
I just need a lighter, Ima roll that fye up
She said she ain't riding if we sliding out that fire truck
Ima stay away from her
Young niggas ain't good with birds, that sack moved get out my turn
Ima fuck her sister first, she said I done denied
I said ohhh whyy?
She said she don't fly with guys no ride or die
But she get piped and leave the sight like damnn
No motion this my plan
I ran the check now who up next wait oh shit this my land yeah ayy
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
I'm so high but I feel so low
I be fucking bitches they be thinking they'll blow
I don't really wanna count the digits no more
They be talkin bout my niggas like my niggas don't go
I got em I got em I let em go down
Fuck what you thought I'm the greatest around
Drop that bitch off in her wedding ring, gown
I told you I'll fuck you and leave you right now
Yeah ain't my fault no, that I just ball woah
I hit it off the wall tho, ain't shopping at the mall no
I just wanna hit it from the back one time
Swear to god you better never call my line
I got all my bitches in a check like signs
And I'm tryna make a mill off every rap or rhyme
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
47 shots
Writer(s): Dario Montero
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